balancing books

The Undo is the indecide, I choose 
never to go there.

I make, instead,

no excuses.

Shortcuts were his favorite for efficiency 

                                           and displaying his mastery.

I liked the long drawn hand kind 

                                           subject to blur and bruise.

(only delete

favorite button, hot or not
spaceback neverwas 

I may erase even you
neverwhere) -white out-

This is the Upside.

Black blends in.

The downside-

no middle ground

                              or bridge

connecting view between the two

of i to I.

Look (t)here, 

describe what you (would like to) see

outside of inside, it comes 

mismatched but attached-

I pick up the left-overs 

this phenomenon called an ex-

ample of symbiosis.

We refill empty with each other

to persist we insist 

on forget.

As the zero is to one,

nothing (t)here without

love
in redshift.

Painting by Jacob Jordaens [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Lip locked

“ Matter turns out to have no other substance than spirit itself…In a pure monism it would make no real difference whether we called the one reality God or Nature, mind or matter, water or fire or will, since in any case this substance must be the seat and source of every kind of distant existence…The great stream of “life” is said to run through matter…” -Previously Unpublished Essays of George Santayana, John and Shirley Locks (1969)

We all collide in photonic pride,

mix and co-mingle our palettes

to each his own.

Humanity.

Expressing our cannibal cravings 

in a hungry kiss

as an arc of attraction

thru and through exchange

of energies

as Desire.

Fruits of our Labors.

Mind molds matter  

more perceptibly erected

as spiritual sculpture; 

foundations for 

the body in clay.

Is symbiosis the essence of 

phenomenal bliss, sweet

soul mates in super symmetry?

Dualism fusing with monism,

electromagnetic discharge 

as feedback static

grounded on belief

in single resolution

holographic by belief?

Negative. 

I feel the friction 

in the denial of not knowing

the all that all do

under clear conviction

that nothing is known, certainly,

except what we don't know

Absolutely

nobody knows as much as he doesn't

in real time, 

or (f)actually.

Embrace the wind,

a kiss blown, a fallen star, 

a swollen heart or dry eye

moves nothing but air.

And there we stand, firm-

trying to get through

mind over matter.

“I might sustain the theme indefinitely that you nor I nor anybody knows as much as he doesn’t know. And that isn’t all: there is nothing anybody knows, however absolutely, that isn’t more or less vitiated as a fact by what he doesn’t know.” -Robert Frost

Painting by Edvard Munch, "The Kiss" (1897) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Eyeless in Gaza PI: The Theoretical Unity of Aldous Huxley

"8th Root of Unity"

Image By MarekSchmidt (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The following is a passage cited from the novel "Eyeless in Gaza", by Aldous Huxley (p.467,68) which I have converted into a poem for its elegance in deciphering the properties, proportions, perspective(s) on the concept of Unity (as a whole/hole). 

The unity of life.

Unity demonstrated even in the destruction of one life by another.

Life and all being are one.

Otherwise

No living thing could derive sustenance

from another 

Or from the unliving substances 

around it.

One

(even in destruction),

One

(in spite of separation).

Each organism is unique.

Unique and yet

United

with all other organisms

in the sameness of its ultimate parts;

Unique above

a substratum of mental identity.

Identity and Interchangeableness

of Love, Trust, Courage.

Fearless affection 

restores the lunatic to sanity,

transforms the hostile savage into a friend,

tames the wild animal.

The mental pattern of Love 

can be transferred from one mind to another

and still

retain its virtue...

And not only Love,

but Hate as well:

not only Trust, but suspicion;

not only kindness, generosity and Courage,

but also

malevolence and greed and fear.

Reality of unity,

but equal reality of division-

greater reality, indeed,

of division.